When Long Aotian Dressed as a White Lotus

Qin Jiangli looked up at Ling Xiao.

He didn't expect that it wasn't just Ling Xiao who was different in this life.

Even Ling Yiyun, who was originally obedient to Ling Xiao and devoted himself to him, was actually thinking of harming him.

Qin Jiangli tightened his fingers and pinched the porcelain bottle tightly to his fingertips.He unconsciously tightened his cheek muscles and clenched his teeth.

Just now, the image of Ling Xiao smiling at Ling Yiyun was still floating in front of his eyes.

Unknowingly, Qin Jiangli's fingers were inserted into the porcelain bottle, and he pinched the porcelain bottle between his fingers.

Presumably, Master, I didn't know that this person was going to kill him.General Qin said, Master still looked at him and smiled at him.

The corners of Qin Jiangli's lips curled up coolly.

I must... kill him for Master.

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On the second day, Ling Xiao led disciples from more than a dozen sects, dressed up and left Qing Xuanzong, went straight down the mountain, and waited in Xianlai Town at the foot of the mountain for the famous monks who came to participate in the Immortal Dao Conference.

He wasn't worried about Qin Jiangli's safety.Although he seriously doubted Ling Zhengqing's motives, he was the master of the sect after all, and now that such a grand event was about to be held, Ling Zhengqing had many things to take care of.

A cultivator cares most about being famous, not to mention someone in a high position like Ling Zhengqing.Therefore, he will not let his disciples have trouble at such a juncture.

So, he went down the mountain with confidence.

At this time, it is the fifteenth day of the eighth month in the folk calendar. It is said that it is a very important festival for family reunion among folk people.

Therefore, when Ling Xiao came down from the mountain, what he saw in Xianlai Town was a lively and jubilant scene.All kinds of snacks are sold on the street, the smoke from the kitchen is slowly rolling into the sky, and there are still lanterns hanging at the door of every house.

Ling Xiao was born in a family of cultivators, and has never celebrated a folk festival.Therefore, he looked at this scene with some novelty.

"Does the host know why today is a holiday?" The system's voice was a little beaming.

Beside, a peddler met Ling Xiao's gaze, and asked, "Fairy, do you want some mooncakes?"

Ling Xiao shook his head at him, then walked forward.

"Why the holiday?" Ling Xiao asked.

"Because today's moon is the roundest in a month, it's called Mid-Autumn Festival!" said the system. "So, it's a family reunion day."

"So they want to eat 'moon cakes' today?" Ling Xiao asked.

The system says, "Yes!"

Ling Xiao didn't know why, but subconsciously thought, he must go back earlier today, so that he can go to Yuehua Peak to see the so-called roundest moon, and then spend a holiday with his apprentice.

I have never celebrated a folk festival, presumably my disciples come from the folk and know about this festival.He was lonely since he was a child, and he didn't know if he had celebrated this festival.

Ling Xiao didn't know why, thinking about it in his heart, he actually asked.

When he came back to his senses, he heard the system say to himself:

"Qin Jiangli? Probably not, his adoptive mother died a long time ago, it seems that she died on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Ling Xiao was taken aback.

At this time, there was a bustling crowd in front of him, and the passers-by, rich or poor, all looked beaming.

And Qin Jiangli, on such a day, died of his adoptive mother, and was driven out of the village by the whole village, wandering around.

Ling Xiao turned around subconsciously, and was about to find the peddler who asked him to buy mooncakes just now.

However, there are people coming and going on this street, and there are shops and vendors shouting loudly on both sides. The moon cake seller just now has long since disappeared.

The dozen or so disciples who were following him looked up at him suspiciously when they saw him stop suddenly.

"Host, what's the matter?" the system asked.

"...It's nothing." Ling Xiao replied, and then continued to walk forward.

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At dusk that day, Ling Xiao saw the figure of a monk who came from Yujian outside Xianlai Town.

It's also interesting to say that it was not a problem for monks to go to heaven and earth, and it was not difficult for monks from other sects to fly directly to the foot of Qingxuanzong Mountain with their swords.

But the rules of the three major sects are here.The host's sect must send high-ranking monks from the sect to meet him ten miles away from the sect to show respect and importance.

Ling Xiao scoffed at this superfluous rule.

The group of monks looked to be about thirty or forty people, the leader was a middle-aged monk in his forties, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe.Looking at the style of this Taoist robe, he must be a member of Wuweizong.

The monk jumped down from the sword, and when he saw Ling Xiao, he showed a hearty smile, cupped his hands in front of him, and said with a smile: "This must be the monk of Qingxuanzong, right? I am Yun Huan, the great elder of Wuweizong , it's polite."

The accompanying disciples on both sides bowed down and saluted.

Ling Xiao also cupped his hands, and replied: "I have admired your name for a long time. I am Ling Xiao, the second disciple of the suzerain master of Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty, and the peak master of Yuehua Peak."

"This is Fairy Ling Xiao?" Yun Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then he didn't know whether it was flattery or sincerely. "I have admired her great name for a long time, and the fairy is indeed a well-deserved reputation, with a peerless beauty."

His four words of "exquisite beauty" made Ling Xiao's head hurt.

Ling Xiao reluctantly hooked his lips, and said with a forced smile: "...you are too famous."

Yun Huan looked around and asked, "Has the fellow Taoist from Wenjianmen arrived yet?"

Ling Xiao shook his head: "Not yet, I still need Fellow Daoist Yun to accompany you and wait here for a while."

Yun Huan laughed and said, "It's okay, the beauty is by your side, it doesn't matter how long you wait."

Ling Xiao clenched his teeth secretly, glanced at him, and said in his heart: bear with it, this person's realm is higher than mine, and he can't beat him.

"I heard that Fairy Ling Xiao has accepted a direct disciple?" Yun Huan chatted with him.

Ling Xiao was quite surprised.

Although Emperor Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty had a long-standing reputation in the cultivation world, and he was the suzerain's apprentice, he was not at the point where some trivial matters would alarm the cultivation world.Wuwei Zong is far away in the southwest of the mainland, and he takes on an apprentice, how does Yun Huan know?

Yun Huan seemed to see the doubt in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Because the fairy received a five spirit root, it is really the first time in the cultivation world, so Yun knows a thing or two."

Ling Xiao felt a little unhappy when he heard his expression and tone when he mentioned Wulinggen.He didn't show it on his face, but his tone was a bit unfriendly: "Yes. But my disciple has his own advantages, and I'm afraid many people with extraordinary talents are not as good as him."

Seeing his displeasure, Yun Huan quickly said, "Yes, it should be so."

Just then, a gust of wind blew past their heads.

Ling Xiao raised his head, and saw a person wearing a Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves and a sword behind his back.Behind him was a dark disciple, with long hair tied in a black crown, looking from a distance, he looked like a jade tree in the wind, not like a mortal.

The sword fell all the way and landed in front of them all.

This person has a good face with a sharp and firm face, a pair of long and narrow eyes are cold and cold, thin lips are tightly pressed, and the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose are delicate and straight.He raised his chin slightly, stepped down from the sword, stood in front of Ling Xiao and Yun Huan, and slowly cupped his hands.

"Ask Zhai Tingshen of the Sword Gate."

His voice was as cold as ice valley spring water, mellow and cold, and he spoke concisely.

Zhai Tingshen, no one would know who he is without the need for him to declare his identity.

The only son of the master of Wenjianmen, with the unique ice-type heavenly spirit root, he established the foundation at the age of 12 and formed the alchemy at the age of 20. He can be said to be the only one in the cultivation world.

However, Ling Xiao didn't know who he was.

Hearing Di Tingshen's tone, he found it a bit interesting, and felt that this person was somewhat similar to himself in the previous life.However, he didn't feel it in his previous life, and now it seems that this supercilious appearance is really a little underwhelming.

The system quickly popularized Di Tingshen's identity in his ear.

Ling Xiao sneered after hearing this.

"Just him, is he still the proud son of heaven?" Ling Xiao said to the system. "Then what is my previous life? You let me come in person, and I will hang him and beat him."

The system said: "But you can't beat him now."

Ling Xiao said, "Shut up, isn't it all your fault?"

The system was aggrieved and stopped talking.

Over there, when Yun Huan heard Zhai Tingshen's name, he smiled and went up to say hello.Di Ting didn't even look at him, but turned his head sideways and looked at Ling Xiao who was on the side.

The woman had a cold expression, and although she looked at herself, this look was something he had never seen before.

For the first time, someone dared to look at him with such eyes.

Zhai Ting felt a little annoyed, but in the anger, he noticed something interesting.

This woman is really different from others.

"Ling Xiao, the second disciple of the suzerain of Qing Xuanzong, be polite." Ling Xiao cupped his hands at him and said.

He was about to lead everyone back to the sect, but he heard a deep and magnetic laugh from Zhai Ting's deep throat.

Ling Xiao: "...?"

The next moment, he saw Zhai Ting take a step forward, pinched his chin, raised his head slightly, and looked at him.

"Woman, don't look at me with such eyes." Zhai Tingshen ordered.

Ling Xiao: "...?!"

The next moment, with a clang, Ling Xiao drew out his Qiushui sword, and laid it across Di Tingshen's neck.

"Let go." Ling Xiao's voice squeezed through his teeth.

Yun Huan next to him was taken aback—these two hadn't spoken much when they met, so why did they draw their swords and want to fight?

He was about to go forward to persuade him to fight, when he heard Di Ting laugh again.

"Interesting." He looked at Ling Xiao and said. "Little wild cat, you know how to shine your paws."

With that said, he slowly let go of his hand.

[drop!Zhai Ting's favorability degree is 50, and the current favorability degree is 50. Favorability level: the first love! ]

Ling Xiao: ....

The man in front of him is mentally ill.

He gritted his teeth, resisting the thought of fighting this man to the death, so that his lips trembled a little.

After a while, he withdrew his sword and said coldly: "Please, everyone." Then he turned and walked towards Xianlai Town.

To get entangled with this retarded person here, it is better to go back and complete the task.He still needs to look for a place that sells moon cakes, buy a few pieces back, and give them to his disciples.

Behind him, Zhai Tingshen raised his slender fingers and stroked his neck slowly.

There was still the cold temperature of Ling Xiao Qiushuijian.

Di Ting said deeply: This woman is very interesting.